Black September - The (International) Noise Conspiracy

Re-live the lies

Walk the streets of an empty paradise

The isle of the blessed

Such a lonely place to be alive

Set up fences build up walls

Claim your piece or just take it all

So we pay the price for the chosen few

Privileged power is nothing new

We’re just sacrifice

We’re just sacrifice

Born into a wasted life

Brought on by religious plight

What got created

The avenue at the end of history

A surplus population

Turned into beggars and thieves

But the schemes are running dry

Petty crumbs don’t satisfy

But I turn my fingers to a fist

And I start by saying this

No more sacrifice

No more sacrifice

Born into a wasted life

Brought onto production lines

Sacrifice

How can we defend broken homes and dead children

And how can we pretend that freedom of choice is gonna save them

How can we defend broken homes and dead children

How can we even pretend

Feels like a black September

Feels like a black September

Feels like a black September

Feels like a black September

Feels like a black September

Feels like a black September

No more sacrifice

No more sacrifice

Born into a wasted life

Brought onto production lines